ummm i like the way my cats smell and also fresh blankets straight from the dryerrr <3
tan: what do you think happens after death
what a heavy question ummm for the sake of i want to feel nice about something lets say you become an incorporeal mass of space and color, somehow you see everything all at once, and you drift in a place surrounded by your favorite smells and sounds and textures and it feels like being awake during a loonnng nap. you dont have any desire to live again, but sometimes you can concentrate your form into your old shape, and when you do you find yourself home.
Margo Roth Spiegelman~ you refuse to take shit from anyone, no matter who they are. And if you happen to get angry at them, you become fierce. (Like when her boyfriend cheated, she destroys everything involved with him).I admire this about you two. On the outside you're calm and cool. Everyone wants to know what's going on under all that blonde hair. No one understands her, not even herself. So, she drops everything and just goes. Which is what I imagine you doing one of these days.
!!!!! i happily accept this
(you even used EXAMPLES FROM THE TEXT amazing A+)
i wish i was as half as adventurous as margo, bc if i was brave enough i would leave this town tomorrow ..... marrryyylaaandddd
my irreplaceable allakazoo a skippidy doo a bibbity bobbity boo
6. Do you see yourself differently than other people describe you? idk how people really describe me?? probably as a quiet person which is true or as a mean person which can be true also… no one at school can say with any ounce of honesty that they know me tho yknow
26. Do humans matter– tiny specs on a floating piece of rock in a solar system in a galaxy in an infinite universe? pffffffff considering how much we talk about this in earth and space im surprised you’re even asking c; nope! not really! but like ants in an ant farm, knowing that we’re tiny and insignificant compared to the infinite nothingness that expands just beyond our atmosphere doesn’t stop us from building and creating and thriving despite our ever looming mortality. we just keep digging tunnels and try not to think about what’s waiting at the end. and that’s either really noble of us or really ignorant, not that anyone cares to find out which. i love space.
oooooh do a book description of me! but dont be a jerk ok
wow so needy fine
I met Allee Elisabeth in a biology class. How romantic, yea? I was a lot of things back then, but the me right now wasn’t one of them.
Have you ever been staring at the moon when it’s big and full one night, and something lightning fast streaks across the sky and beyond the horizon? That little swell in your chest when you see it, and that small grin when it vanishes? That’s her. An enigma of space puns, she’s in love with the universe. (Just not what lives there.) If you ever see her glancing up at the stars, maybe ask if she knows that she’s one too.
Allee is cinnamon and chunky knit blankets and stockings by the fireplace, but she harbors a coldness similar to my own. She isn’t quick to release the blizzard within her, but that doesn’t mean she’s afraid to, I think she’d just rather avoid confrontation by producing a faux warmth. She’ll watch as you defrost yourself and wonder how much fire it’d take for you to burn.
She’s soft robin’s egg blues, she’s dark and toasty maroons, she’s the Big Bang, she’s a mess. You could lure her with peanut butter almost anywhere, but you better hope the jar doesn’t empty. Allee is what Sprite tastes like, but only when you’ve been craving it for awhile and only in the 90 degree weather. Odd, seeing how she’s also the curling steam from a hot mug of coffee set on the window sill, fogging up the frosting glass.
We’re too alike to not be friends, it’d be weird if I never knew your name. So, I’m happy I know it. And I’ll remember to the ends of the universe and then some. Thank you for knowing mine.
